All Good Things
By ABs and Donna

From Esperanza, Robert Lovelace took Angelique and headed right for Camelot. They had not yet heard about the couple there, but to be sure, Lovelace asked her what her last name was, so they could use it while staying within the castle. She replied that though she was known as Bouchard when she used the name Angelique, her real last name was DuVal. Lovelace liked that, and put it aside to use should Bouchard
need to be replaced some time in the future. But for now they would be known as Angelique and Robert Bouchard.

The King and Queen accepted them, as they accepted all who entered Camelot. And at any rate, Lovelace’s sting was muted, having a woman with him. There was no reason for his eye to wander, though of course it *did*, or for him to try to seduce any unwilling blossom. If he spoke to the innocent Ladies of the Court, it was seen as pure charm, nothing more; men of his breeding were taught this art from birth so it did not alert either member of the Royal Couple to his previous sins. For her part, Angelique was enjoying the visit immensely, happy to be free of servitude and
back in polite society. Her unfortunate passion, as she thought of it now, was a private matter, and although Lovelace did not always leave her as satisfied as he might, she was prepared to bear it.

He certainly had an eye for the beautiful and – so far – untouched innocence of the fae lovelies, and during court events he certainly drifted from precious flower
to precious flower. But Angelique, who continued to intrigue him, easily satisfied his own lust. Once aroused, she could go on all night! And in a way, her experience far surpassed anything he could expect to receive at the hands of a virgin, delicate as that novice might be! And so, he dallied with the ladies in hopes of something new, but did not push his suit past the bounds of decency. Since the couple was openly pretending to be man and wife, any more within sight of the King and Queen would have been unseemly, and Lovelace preferred his transgressions to be covert, rather than public, especially in such wellborn company.

The couple might well have found a home there, in Camelot, had not a few things gone against them.

The first thing, and the most minor, was the matter of Aurora. The only man in Camelot who resembled Lovelace was the Military Liaison, Count Alexei Vronsky, who had come to Edan after an unfortunate love affair. Being a deeply passionate man, he
continued to grieve for his beloved Anna, and for many months refused to look upon any of the beautiful women with anything more than common courtesy. He was
astoundingly handsome and well mannered, and the women all waited for this to pass, so he would choose one of them as a partner, but month after month he eschewed
any romantic entanglements.

Of late, however, he had begun to pay some mind to his heart once more. And the one he had chosen was the lucky Aurora, a stunning dark-haired beauty with a quiet way about her. However, he was still dragging his feet over the onslaught of his passion, and so far the only indication any of them had had that he was interested were longing looks and held-open doors.  When Lovelace arrived, he was at first relieved to
find that someone who resembled him so much was already married, but then Lovelace seemed to have a taste for the ladies, and Vronsky sat by, silently stewing over the man’s forward behaviors in front of his wife.

Of course, having had an illicit affair with a married woman himself, Vronsky could not say anything to the man, and everyone agreed that Lovelace – or Bouchard,
as he was known there – was merely being playful.  However, when he approached Aurora one evening, it was all the Russian Count could do to contain himself! 

Marching over, for he was a military man, he bowed stiffly at the couple, who were lightly flirting. “I beg your pardon, Miss,” he said, his voice as stern as his bearing, “but may I have the honor of this dance?”

Aurora stopped short, her pretty mouth open in surprise. How long they had been waiting for him to make a move! Lovelace was a mere shadow of Vronsky, and of course she knew of his “marriage”, so she had never really taken his flirting seriously. But as she nodded to the blond Count, she silently thanked him for prodding this wonderful man into finally making a move!

Later, Vronsky sought out his look alike and warned, “I should stick to your wife, Mr. Bouchard. It might be safer to do so, than to dally where you are not wanted.”

“Is that a threat, Mr. Vronsky?”

“It is Count. Or Colonel, make your choice. But either way, you may take my words as you see fit.  Idle flirting is fine in its place, but it is not worth your life or your reputation, now is it?” And he walked on by.

Lovelace was left scowling. Not one to back down from a fight, he had to realize he was running out of places to go on Edan, and both he and Angelique liked Camelot more than any of the others. To that end, he decided not to take the Count up on his not-so-veiled threat, though he readily admitted to himself that the whole incident warranted nothing short of a duel of honor.

At almost the same time, Angelique was getting herself into hot water, and it was this, more than the other, that led to their time being cut short within Camelot’s pristine walls. 

One night, when Lovelace had had a little too much to drink, their lovemaking was particularly unsatisfying to the witch, and she left him to sleep it off while she looked elsewhere for company. The knights, handsome as they were, were all a little bit too *straight-laced* with their continual emphasis on being chivalrous to take care of her needs. But the burly men down in the Scottish Village . . , now they might be able to scratch the itch that Lovelace seemed to always leave behind when they were together! So she headed down to the village, dressed in something skimpy. Her time in the House had taught her a thing or two about attracting a man, not that she hadn’t already known!

But she didn't count on one thing. Despite their almost savage virility, all the men in the village had a certain moral code that they tended to try to adhere to, although they weren’t always successful sometimes. So, when she sidled up to where William Wallace was sitting outside his little house, she found out that she was going to have to really work at trying to get him to give her a good tumble.

Pouting, Angelique said, “Are all you men already taken? I had heard such *good* things about you, though,” she smiled, “I understand the Grand Champion has already moved away?” 

That got Wallace's full attention. "Aye, woman, but weren't we all prize winners?"

“Well, I don’t know,” she smiled coyly. “I wasn’t allowed to give my vote!” 

He looked her over. She reminded him of the women that sold their bodies to any man with a few pennies to spend, even the British! "Wa' ye be comin' to the tavern with me now?" he asked, motioning with his chin. "Perhaps a rematch ca' be arranged!" 

While inside the castle walls, Angelique had dressed properly, but on this venture she had gone for something less pricey. “Honey, I’ll go with you anywhere,” she said, “if I can see for myself what all the fuss is about!” 

He nodded, and then led the way to the small building the men had turned into a tavern. It was a serve yourself establishment though. No wenches to tease them as they drank. Until Wallace brought his night visitor into the door.

Then the men, looking up, saw that they might just make use of her in that capacity, and perhaps more!!  Angelique was all for it, of course – and started dishing out the potables with a sly warning that they should not drink so much that it would make proper judging impossible! It rapidly turned into a loud, boisterous party. Somewhere along the line, she lost her shirt, and was going from man to man, sitting on laps and teasing them with her breasts while trying to find out what was hidden under their kilts, not knowing that all the noise had attracted the attention of someone else .

Ever vigilant, and ever on the prowl, Yvonne saw the light in the tavern and wondered what all the fuss was about. When she entered, one of the men laughed, “Now there’s two!” and grabbed her around the waist. Angelique looked up from her current “seat” and scowled at the newcomer jealously. But she was about to be matched, Jealous for Jealous!

"Whore," the fae hissed, her eyes glowing fiercely. Duncan, who was holding her in his arms, tried to soothe her, but Yvonne was not going to be soothed.

“I’m just reenacting what you already did,” said Angelique. “Oh, I forgot. They got drunk on their own, didn’t they. And didn’t lay a hand on you or your lovely sisters? But what’s the fun in *that*, I ask you?” She slid off Cochrane’s lap and sauntered
over. “Don’t try taking the moral high ground with me. I know better!”

Duncan had to grab Yvonne and hold her tight as the archer tried to leap off his lap. "Vonnie, me darlin', gang with me! I dinna want to dally with a cheap wench
like this one anyway!"

“Perhaps, Duncan,” she said, seething, “but you put enough scotch in the others and they won’t care what they’re sleeping with! Will you help me trip her up?”

"Ye will no rip her heart out, will ya?" he chuckled, trying to soothe the furious fae woman by tender kisses on her neck and shoulder.

“No. But she’s obviously one sort of person inside the castle and one sort *outside*, for while under the watchful eye of the King and Queen, she is gentility herself. I’d come off looking like a whore if I tried to accuse her of doing this! We need to get the King and Queen to see her in action – if you’d only be the bait.”

"Sure, lass, anything fer ye," he said, wrapping his big, strong arms around her. They were in a dark corner of the tavern, well away from the others, but they could still see what was going on. Together they planned a trap for Angelique, where she would be lulled into feeling secure enough to let her hair down, but still liable to be seen by the Royal Couple.

It had come time to bless the newborn fae, Melina. She was a month old and though not able to sit up or roll over, her antennae had retracted, and by fluttering her wings she could hover all by herself.  Her parents, though sure this boded ill for their
sanity when she started to fly for real, were still mighty proud of their little bee. Yvonne, the “godmother” so to speak, had decided it was time for the Faery Blessing. This was mostly a private ceremony, done with The Old One blessing the child in
the company of any fae able to attend (the father of course was permitted, if he were human), but afterward, Yvonne announced, there would be a party in a clearing in the woods. “I’m sorry everyone cannot attend the actual Blessing, but I think Melissa and Giles would be heartbroken if anyone missed the party.”
  
“Think of it as going to the reception not the church,” Giles joked. Everyone seemed to understand, and all were excited about the party. Lovelace was delighted to be invited. The royal court was the place he was meant to be, as far as he was concerned. Little did he know the plans that had been made to expose he and his woman for what they really were.

Though of course, Yvonne had no real designs on Lovelace. If the truth were known, she wouldn’t have minded trying him out herself, since she could not seem to crack Vronsky’s shell! It was the woman – a clear rival for her Scots – that she wanted to dispel from Camelot!

The party in the clearing was in full swing and everyone was enjoying themselves. The Queen, who was pregnant herself, had been provided a comfortable place to sit and rest whenever she felt like it. Her husband would frequently go and sit with her, just to make her feel loved and cherished. It was on one of those occasions that Duncan stopped Lovelace and Angelique behind the canopy where the royal couple was
resting. "Good day ta yah, sir," he said pleasantly, "isn't this a grand occasion?"

“Yes, it most certainly is,” said Lovelace in his best hoy-poloy accent. Angelique was on his arm, dressed to the nines with her nose in the air, but every so often she cast a longing glance at the Highlander’s kilt.

"And isn't that a grand lookin' woman on yer arm?" Duncan said, grinning at her. "A man like meself would give all tha pennies in his pocket to ha' just a moment of time with one like her, if ye get me meanin'."

Lovelace looked at her and then him. “You are mistaken, sir. This is a proper woman.” But while he was saying this, his face was looking interested, with eyebrows raised curiously. “What makes you think this beauty would . . . shall we say, ‘put out’?”

The Highlander shrugged, and laid his finger along his nose. "Now tha' wa be tellin', would it no? Not sayin' tha' she was that type, but if she was, how much wa' ye be chargin' a honest man like meself for a few moments of her time?"

“Oh, much too much for the likes of an honest man like yourself,” Lovelace grinned. “And it is a pity, because she likes you, and I could use the money. Good day,” Lovelace said, moving on, but at the same time motioning for Duncan to follow.

With a broad grin on his face, Duncan followed. Behind him, a severe frown on his face, the king stepped out from the tent. He and Guinevere had overheard it all.
He motioned for someone to sit with his wife, then followed after the trio that had drifted off into the woods.

“Of course,” Lovelace was saying, “if you would have her, and she is agreeable, I see no reason not to turn a profit!”

The King waited until he saw money exchange hands, and the so-called *Lady* drop to her knees in front of the Highlander and part his kilt so that she could service him with her mouth.

Lovelace, of course, had wandered off so he would not witness this, but there was nothing to witness in the end, as the King interrupted it – as Duncan assumed he
would! Duncan immediately bowed low, begging for forgiveness, but Angelique, heavily under the influence of the potion, made a big mistake. She tried to offer her services to the king! Needless to say, this was not viewed kindly, and the couple was asked
to leave Camelot as soon as possible. The whole incident was covered up so the proud parents would not hear of such scandal during the baby’s special day, but once again, Lovelace and Angelique were set adrift!